Too young and the wrong race
I was 18 and for the most part a good looking girl, I was 5-4, small breasts, long hair, curvy but not hour glass figure. I had a I was white and had a part time white bf. A month before school was out for the summer, and I graduated, a black family moved in three houses down from us.
They had a 16 year old boy, neither mine or his parents knew that we had been seeing each other, let alone had sex. We met at the local jump stop C store, there was something about him that was fascinating, even though I knew he was younger.
We played it cool, but middle of the week it happened, I let him have sex with me, But I made sure he used protection.
Several times after that we had sex, always using protection. On the last Thursday before school was out I came home to see a moving van at their house. I didn't go over, but shortly he called me, saying that his dad had gotten orders to pack and get to another state to start work on Monday, and he wanted to say goodby.
My parents were home, and I didn't want to go there, we were trying to decide on a place, then my mom said they were leaving and would be gone an hour or so. Just about then he called and said they were leaving in an hour, and he really wanted to get with me. I told him to slip over if he wanted to, as my folks just left.
In a fem minutes he was there, we were in my room, and for the next hour his dick stayed between my legs. When he finally said I've got to go and got off, I realized that no protection had been used the whole time. I started to say something, but he was hurrying out of my room, he said I will call you.
I quickly took a shower, and tried to act like always, but my mind was on him, what we did, and had done for the past month, and I was terrified that I was pregnant. Two weeks later I missed my period, also missed the next one, and I was about to tell my mom that I might be, but a few days later my period started. I was so relieved, and went back to thinking about him, but he never called, and my calls to him wouldn't go through.
I gave up on him after awhile, but it was a very long time before I stopped thinking about the times he and I had, even knowing he was too young.